Capítulo 577: Chapter 509: Dagger
‘Faster, faster.’
Gray Rain gripped the joystick, recalling the scenes she saw earlier through the [Suicide Notebook].
In the next 72 hours, Li Cheng’s potential death locations are the primal jungle, a train carriage, and an ancient castle.
In the three images, Gray Rain did not appear.
This could either be because Gray Rain herself is too resilient and won’t die with Li Cheng, or because she wasn’t around when Li Cheng died…
Thinking of this, Gray Rain tightened her expression and continued to push the joystick forward.
The silhouette of the edge fighter was diamond-shaped, with an aerodynamic design similar to a scaled-down version of the real-world Chengdu J-36. Since the bottom didn’t need to mount missiles and electronic warfare pods, the extra space seed to be used for high-density batteries and an onboard central computer.
Not considering the United States NGAD project for the Sixth Generation Fighter, which has been tossed back and forth by various Commissioner Smiths for validation, cancellation, and re-examination, the currently active US fifth-generation fighter F-22 still uses the IBM PowerPC G3 chip from the mid-1990s, with 233MHz and a 250nm process. Its computing power is less than that of a Ps2 console and far inferior to a smartphone.
The reason is that the fifth-generation fighter doesn’t require much computational power and can offload a large amount of computing tasks to specialized acceleration units.
However, the edge fighter is equipped with such an advanced central computer that its flight control system performance reached its peak.
With flexible multi-faceted use of shape mory alloy cracking, it can complete more than 30° large-angle deflections in 0.1 seconds. The onboard AI can even predict Gray Rain’s intentions and pre-adjust flight paraters, making it as easy and relaxed to operate as driving a car.
Gray Rain, although she didn’t pass a driving test, has played racing gas and flight simulators. This experience gave her the illusion of being a “fighter jet prodigy.”
‘Speaking of which, [rcy Soul Song] can grant objects a soul. If used on the edge fighter, it should bring it to life. If we then install the [Silver Wing Light Path] that can optimize chanical life onto the fighter, we might be able to create a gatron.’
Gray Rain’s mind was a jumble of thoughts, suddenly considering that with such high computational power, if the edge fighter were to be granted a soul and further optimized, wouldn’t its IQ far exceed hers, directly obtaining a doctoral degree?
That’s not okay. If there were a god of chanical life to compare with, she’d beco an android—android thinking, android logic—and how could she play on her phone and ga with a clear conscience?
Just as she was lost in thought, White Horse Tombstone, sitting behind, suddenly had a stern expression and tapped the pilot seat, “Can we slow down?”
“What is it?”
Gray Rain imdiately relaxed the joystick. At this ti, the fighter had already dived over 200 kiloters without seeing Li Cheng, Bartmos, or the Hundred-legged Octopus.
“I can sense multiple Transcendent auras beneath the abyss.”
White Horse Tombstone said seriously. Close Combat Players generally have a keener Sixth Sense; so can even faintly predict whether the food delivery is a pre-cooked al by the footsteps of the delivery person in the corridor.
Upon hearing this, Gray Rain imdiately turned off the lights inside and outside the fighter and activated slow cruise mode.
anwhile, Claudia in bat form took out a glass bottle filled with purple dust and pulled out the cork.
Its na is [Trick Fog], a Perfect Level Consumable, which upon activation makes units within its range invisible and grants a movent speed bonus.
Because it’s a self-developed product by the Witch Alliance Guild, the cost is relatively controllable.
Enveloped by [Trick Fog], even the exhaust flas at the rear of the fighter beca invisible. The entire fighter quietly descended at a constant speed.
Soon, the group onboard saw the glowing jungle akin to the Avatar Planet and, within it, three Otherworldly non-human Players who weren’t deliberately hiding themselves.
“…The aura of Hundred Feet ends here,”
A griffin clad in thick armor stepped onto the tree canopy, lowered its head slightly to sniff gently.
Its body length was nearly 5 ters, with a wingspan of almost 12 ters, featuring brilliant golden eagle feathers and tawny beast fur. The tongue in its eagle beak made a peculiar rolling sound, translated by the system into understandable human language,
“At the scene, there is another Extraordinary Creature. There’s no scent of sweat, sebum, or breath, nor pheromones or cortisol; all have been sealed by closing pores. This indirectly proves their superior control over their own body.
Suspected to be a Close Combat Transcendent or a Spellcaster focusing on body modification.”
The griffin’s voice sounded like a magnetic female voice around 30 years old. She sniffed again, confird, “Also, recently ca into contact with dehydrated, fried potato chip-like foods flavored with sea urchin squid.”
“Dehydrated, fried potato chip-like foods… isn’t that just chips?”
Responding to the griffin was a sub-human rabbit with gray fur, standing 1.4 ters tall, upright, leaning against a tree, wearing a green ranger’s coat, and carrying a stringless, rustic wooden recurve bow on his back.
The Rabbit Ranger ridiculled, “What kind of flavor is sea urchin squid anyway?”
High above, White Horse Tombstone and others couldn’t help but glance at Gray Rain. Previously on the toxic gas plains, Gray Rain, feeling too bored and relying on her iron stomach, opened her protective mask to eat.
Things like White Snake Grass Water, snail powder-flavored yogurt, and Zhou Hei Duck’s spicy candy.
It’s likely that the scent molecules stuck at that ti.
In the primal jungle, besides the griffin and rabbit ranger, there was also a mushroom man.
Towering over 3 ters tall, wide and burly, with a conical, flat, brown cap like a straw hat on its head, and a robust white stalk with eyes too small to be seen.
With muscular left and right arms each holding a hefty machete.
The mushroom man remained silent, and the Rabbit Ranger, accustod to this companion’s reticence, analyzed by himself, “Hundred Feet went to capture the escaping hacker Bartmos. Now Bartmos has been recovered, but he himself and another human Transcendent disappeared together. It can only be assud he used [Zock Nelofa’s Ga].
Exchanging one-to-one with the opponent, entering into a Dark Duel, stalling for ti until we arrived.
And to overwhelm him, it would require at least a Level 29 or above powerful Player.”
As the Rabbit Ranger ntioned, Bartmos, along with the other three Players, were sealed separately in cylindrical glass containers, with collars, handcuffs, and shackles, frozen in place.
This group of Otherworldly non-human Players were unaware of the existence of Bartmos’ personality backup, which the latter likely kept hidden.
Thus, the Rabbit Ranger directly walked to the second-to-last cylindrical glass container, pressed a button, releasing part of the sealed status.
In the second glass container, what was detained was a swordsman with a goatee, not very handso, looking sowhat sleazy, exactly the Lv33, [Wanli Sealed Blade], ntioned by Bartmos earlier.
“Hiss—”
Wanli Sealed Blade, upon being unsealed, imdiately tried to draw a long sword tied at his waist. However, the collar, shackles, and other tools suppressed him completely, rendering him weaker than an ordinary person.
Worse still, the glass container had a certain ideological branding effect, making it impossible for him to entertain thoughts of returning to the real world.
“Hey, human monkey,”
The Rabbit Ranger coldly reprimanded, “Are there others besides the four of you involved in this mission?”
“Who? Who’s speaking?”
Wanli Sealed Blade’s eyes widened, feigning ignorance, deliberately ignoring the Rabbit Ranger less than 1.5 ters tall, glancing around, muttering to himself, “Is this a ghost?”
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